Chapter Twelve – Nasty Chet

Ginny reappeared inside a room decorated in an eerie black. The wallpaper, the carpet, the furniture, even the atmosphere was dark. Not having the time to take in her new surroundings, Ginny was pushed backwards and half landed on the bouncy mattress on the bed behind her. Pushing herself off the bed Ginny tried to flee towards the door. Chet jut laughed as her watched the beautiful, helpless girl try to escape the room.

It as when his hand wrapped around her wrist that Ginny became immobilized. Scared into shock, Ginny stood still, as is rooted to the floor. Inside her head a plea for help repeated itself, becoming a rhythm that never stopped, as if a broken record.

'Someone help me! Someone…anyone! Someone help me! Someone…anyone! Someone help me! Someone…anyone! Someone help me! Someone…anyone!'

As the words repeated in her head she felt her spirit leave her body and begin to float above the scene containing Chet and herself. Helplessly she watched as he pulled her body towards his chest and firmly held her in place with one hand as the other found its way to her butt.

Chet said in a tone acting like nothing was wrong, "Who got Potter out?" When he got no answer his anger built and without thinking he began to shake his captive.

"Tell me damn it, or I will hurt you until you do."

In a voice that was unrecognizable, Ginny said, "I don't know!"

Chet's hand tightened around Ginny's waist and pushed her body so close to his that her lungs were unable to expand; strangling her. Struggling to breath, Ginny gathered her strength and ducked out of the burly man's grasp.

"Someone help me!"

"No one can hear you down her toots, so shut your mouth." He growled.

'Someone help me!'

The words rang through Draco's head and he felt his body go slack. The voice was that of his mate, and she was in need of his help. Draco couldn't stop beating himself up for leaving her and Chet alone for even a fraction of a second. Who knew what that sick pervert had subjected his true love to.

Locking the door, Draco apperated from his room to Chet's, leaving Hermione alone to try and escape.

The scene that shocked Draco was of Ginny sandwiched between the bed and the man on top of her, savagely tearing off her shirt and bra. Tears ran down her soft cheeks, the scratches on her face reddened, and her cries of pain caught Draco off guard.

Feeling like her pain was filling up his body Draco blindly grabbed Chet, and in his anger punched him hard in the jaw. Chet's body crumpled to the floor where Draco gave him a kick to the ribs. Reassured that the deatheater was out, for the time being at least, Draco gathered Ginny in his hands and helped her into a shirt.

"Its okay Ginny, I'm here now and no one is going to hurt you anymore." He cooed in her ears, "Just relax and calm down. When you're ready we will apperate back to my room."

Seeing her head slightly nod a yes, Draco soothed her by rocking her back and forth. Getting lost in the feeling, Draco saw himself telling her the truth. Would this be the last time that they sat like this?

Mentally slapping himself, his inner voice said, 'You idiot, she isn't conscious of what she is doing now, and if she was she would stop instantly!'

A grunt alerted Draco and Ginny that the man on the ground had joined them in the world of the living. Standing in front of Ginny to protect her, Draco looked Chet in the eyes and told him to leave Ginny alone.

When all he got in reply was a burst of laughter, Draco raised his voice. "Don't you dare touch her! She is my mate Goddamn it, and I wont allow your filth to touch her! Do you understand me you scum bag?"

Whirling around Draco scooped Ginny into his arms and apperated the two of them to his room. Letting her go, he watched her slid down the wall and let her body lean against the cool wall. Knowing something was wrong, Draco looked for Hermione, only to see that she wasn't where she had been prior to his departure.

Inspecting the bedroom, he ventured in the bathroom to see a gaping hole in the wall. Letting his mouth drop to the floor, Draco walked towards the hole and peeked through. Following the hallway Draco saw a door leading to a fireplace ajar. Hurriedly leaving the room he ran towards the door and entered to find that flames burning green before they returned to their regular shades of red and orange.

Kicking the table that held the floo powder Draco cursed. Today had not been his day. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, Draco rolled his shoulders and his neck, letting the frustration building within him slowly leak out. Going back to his rooms he found Ginny had crawled into his bed and was completely covered by his comforter.

"What are you doing?" Ginny's head popped out from underneath to look at him. Her puffy eyes showed the inner turmoil tearing her apart. Choking out the following words, she cried, "Why me? Why would he tried to do something so vile to me!"

Not sure what to say, Draco just stood there and waited for her to calm down. Her next words shocked Draco into a coughing fit. "What did you mean back there when you said I was your mate?"

"You must have misheard me," Draco managed to say. "I said you where my…my…my slave!"

"Don't lie to me, you said mate and I know it. Now spill. What did you mean?"

"I don't think know is the right time to tell you." Draco sighed, "You have been through to much today. I will tell you in the morning. For know I must find Mrs. Granger." His face clouded with anger and Ginny blurted out, "Did she escape too!"

"So it would seem." He muttered in disgust. "But I don't have time to talk now. Stay in here and sleep, and don't think about leaving. I'm sure Chet is out there waiting for you to leave and continue where you were before I rudely interrupted."

Shrinking into the bed Ginny nodded and let her head fall in defeat. As Draco locked the door to the bathroom Ginny watched and at the last moment yelled, "You will tell me though. Don't think you can get out of telling me what you meant by being your mate," just as Draco closed the door.

Leaning against the outside of his door, Draco thought, 'Why did I have to mention it?' Gathering himself into a standing position, Draco went to find his lord and tell him of the bad news.

Another prisoner had escaped.